"Okay, okay." Time for a change of plans, then. He reaches to clasp Klaus's forearms, presses his thumbs against the undersides of his wrists-- but not to urge him to let go. Instead, he rubs soothing circles, continues doing so with one hand after he decides to reach out and draw the boy closer.

Screw his shirt, little self, your comfort's way more important. "It's alright," he says softly, trying to mollify by giving the other what he needs for a few minutes before deciding to try again on what they should do about it.